203 Samuel Ruggles Henderson Martha M. Harris
1865 - 1927 1867 - 1899
  204 Henry Kuehnle Emma Christina Schemm
1859 -1937 1863 - 1926
102 Joseph Harris Henderson, Sr.
b. 28 Jun 1889
Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
d. Mar 1971
Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey, USA
Florence Rosina Kuehnle
b. 29 Aug 1892
Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey, USA
d. May 1975
New Jersey, USA
Relationship Events:
30 Apr 1914 Marriage Elopement in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
  Joseph Harris Henderson, Jr. b. 19 Dec 1915 in Galloway Township, Atlantic, New Jersey; d. 10 Feb 1997 in Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey
Margaret Lois Sandmann in 1938. Margaret b. 6 Aug 1916 in Camden, Camden, New Jersey
  Catherine Louis Henderson b. 30 Oct 1917 in Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey; d. 30 Nov 2007 in Tucson, Pima, Arizona
August Gottlieb Eckhardt 26 Jun 1942. Augie b. 8 Aug 1917 in Sylvan, Richland, Wisconsin; d. 23 Apr 2008 in Tucson, Pima, Arizona
  Florence Emma Henderson b. 29 Jul 1919 in Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey
Gloria Jean Henderson b. 22 Dec 1930 in Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey; d. 26 Feb 2000 in Raleigh, Wake, North Carolina
Frederick Gerhard Franz Wiegand 22 Dec 1945 in Egg Harbor City, Atlantic, New Jersey Frederick b. 21 Oct 1921 in Clifton, Passaic, New Jersey
What We Know


Joseph Harris Henderson (known as Harris), the son of Samuel Ruggles Henderson and Martha Harris Henderson, was born and raised in Philadelphia.  We know little of his childhood because he was reluctant to speak of it.  We do know that his mother died when he was about ten years old, and that he lived in various places after that date.  He came to Egg Harbor City about 1913 or 1914 and met his young wife to be Florence Kuehnle.  The Kuehnle family was well known in Egg Harbor City.  The German immigrant Louis Kuehnle and his wife Katherine had lived in New York City for awhile before moving to Egg Harbor City during the time when it was first being developed.  Egg Harbor City was founded in 1854 by German Americans from Philadelphia as a refuge for those being persecuted in the anti-immigrant  "Know Nothing" Movement. Louis Kuehnle, Sr. served as mayor of the town, where he built a hotel on the corner of Liverpool Avenue and Atlantic Avenue (where the trains from Philadelphia made a stop several times a day).  Liverpool Avenue was intended at inception to be a premier greeting place for visitors arriving from Philadelphia by train. Louis’s son Henry converted the hotel to his home at some time after he married Emma Schemm of Philadelphia.  Florence was their third daughter and second youngest child, and her parents apparently did not approve of her choice of the young and poor Harris Henderson for her husband as the couple felt they had to elope.

Elopement announcement in the Philadelphia Inquirer

The young couple eloped to Philadelphia in 1914.  Harris at the time was trying his hand at chicken farming, and he and his young bride lived in Galloway Township until shortly after their first child was born.  Harris employed himself in various ways until settling on the profession that would occupy him for the better part of his adult life – the Henderson Printing Company, which eventually was located in the basement of the family home on Liverpool Avenue. On the 1920 Federal Census, Harris indicated he was a "manufacturer of cut glass" (probably at the cut glass factory that was located in Egg Harbor at that time). On the 1930 census, Harris indicated he was the owner of his own printing business. Harris and Flo had four children:  Joseph Harris, Jr. (“Harris”), Catherine Louise, Florence Emma (“Duke”), and Gloria Jean (“Jean”) between 1915 and 1922.  All of the children attended the Egg Harbor City Public Schools for their entire school careers. 

Harris Jr. joined his father’s printing firm at the age of 17, a profession he pursued until his retirement at 70, except for the two years he served in the U.S. Marine Corps during World War I.  He married “Miss Corbin City”, Margaret Sandmann in 1938.  Margaret was born on 6 Aug 1916 in Camden, New Jersey to Henry (Harry) Charles Sandmann and his wife Emma Drummond Sandmann.  Emma was descended from G. Drummond, who in 1702, purchased large tracts of land in New Jersey from the Indians.  Margaret attended the Corbin City Public Elementary School and Ocean City High School.  After graduation, she was a telephone operator in Tuckahoe from 1935 to 1936, and a clerk in the Post Office from 1937 to 1938 until her marriage to Harris.  After marriage, Margaret served as a “Printer’s Devil” for Henderson and Co.”, where she could be of some assistance to the family firm at the same time that she raised their two daughters, Carol (b. 1943) and Barbara (b. 1947).  Harris developed a rare form of ALS, from which he suffered in the last years of his life before passing away in 1997.

Catherine (“Kay” to her family and friends in her adult years) was born in 1917, and after graduating from high school in Egg Harbor, commuted to the Atlantic City Business College. After graduating from the College, she was employed in a secretarial capacity in Atlantic City, then in Freehold, New Jersey, and in Washington DC, where, during wartime, she lived in a boarding house where she met her future husband, a fellow tenant, August Eckhardt, whom she married on 26 June 1942.  August (“Augie”) was born in 1917 in Sylvan, Wisconsin. He attended elementary school through high school in Veroqua, Wisconsin, and from 1935 to 1937 attended the Kearney State Teachers College in Kearney, Nebraska.  He then traveled to the University of Wisconsin in Madison where he received a B.A. in Economics.  Upon finishing college, Augie attended Law School at the University of Wisconsin and finished his law studies at George Washington University in Washington DC.  After the end of World War II, Augie and Kay relocated to Merrill, Wisconsin, where Augie practiced law from 1951 to 1952.  His entire career was spent with law, and during that career, he was part of several Law Faculties:  George Washington University from 1948 to 1950; the University of Wisconsin from 1954 to 1972; and then the University of Arizona in Tucson from 1972 until 1990, when he retired.  Their son James was born in 1944 in Galveston, Texas while his father was still in the military.  Their daughter Patricia (“Pat”) was born in late 1946 after they settled in Wisconsin. Together their entire adult lives after World War II, Kay and Augie died within months of each other in Tucson, Arizona in 2008 and 2009 respectively (the obituaries for both can be found at the end of the page).

Harris and Flo’s third child, Florence Emma, dubbed “Duke” by a family friend when she was a baby, was born in 1920 in Egg Harbor City.  She enjoyed a long, professional career as an executive secretary beginning in 1939 when she worked for the U.S. Army.  Between 1943 and 1958, she was employed with the U.S. Navy,and from 1958 to 1975, with the Federal Aviation Administration. She lived with her parents on Liverpool Avenue during this time, and after her retirement, she worked part time from 1975 until 1978 for Congressman William J. Hughes.

Harris and Flo’s youngest child, was named Gloria Jean, and called “Jean” throughout her lifetime.  Jean was born at the end of 1922, and after graduating from high school at the age of 16, attended the New Jersey College of Commerce in Atlantic City.  Her completion of the secretarial course led her to her first job at Burch Realty in Atlantic City in 1941.  In 1942, she worked at the Fort Monmouth Research Faculty in Fort Monmouth, New Jersey.   When the United States entered World War II, Jean was encouraged by her beloved older brother Harris, a member of the Marine Corps, to join the military.  She joined the Marine Corps in the first women’s division, and trained at Hunter’s College in New York City before embarking on duty stations in Atlanta, Salt Lake City, Columbia, and Washington DC, where she typed the rough draft of the Japanese peace treaty while stationed at the Pentagon.

Jean met her future husband Frederick Gerhard Wiegand at a Halloween Party given by a fellow Marine friend at her family home in Philadelphia, where Fred was attending Hahneman Medical College.  Fred was born in October 1921 to Gerhard Paul and Margaret Clauss Wiegand of Clifton New Jersey.  Gerhard had been recruited for his cloth making skills by a manufacturer in the New York City area, and had come to America in 1912.  His fiancee booked passage on the last ship that carried passengers across the Atlantic until after the end of the war, and they were married upon her arrival in America in 1917.  Fred and his sister Ilse attended public school in Clifton until they were sent to boarding schools – Fred to Blair Academy Prep School in Blairstown, New Jersey his junior year.  After high school, he went to Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut, where he received a B.S. in Zoology before heading for medical school in Philadelphia.  During the war, Fred received a rating in the U.S. Navy so he could finish his medical degree in exchange for a few years of service afterwards.  Fred and Jean were married in Egg Harbor City on 22 Dec 1945, and lived in Philadelphia while he finished medical college.  Jean worked for the first few months of their marriage at various temporary jobs in Philadelphia while Fred spent most of his days and nights at the hospitals receiving training.  Their first child, daughter Lee was born in 1947 in Philadelphia.  The few years of duty owed to the U.S. Navy turned into a 20-year career which took the family to Cherry Point, NC, Norfolk, VA, back to Philadelphia, then back to Cherry Point, Portsmouth, VA, Corpus Christi, TX, and finally to Chelsea, MA before Fred retired from the Navy in 1964 and relocated briefly to California before settling at a teaching job at the University of North Carolina in Raleigh, NC.  Son Steve was born in 1949 in Cherry Point; son Paul was born in 1954 in Philadelphia; and daughter Joyce was born in 1959 in Portsmouth, VA.  Jean died in Raleigh in 2000. (Her obituary appears at the end).

The Henderson Family Reunion

In June of 1990, the children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren of Harris (Joseph H.)  and Florence Kuehnle Henderson attended a family reunion in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.

Present were Margaret Sandmann Henderson, wife of Harris, Jr., whose long illness necessitated his remaining in Egg Harbor; their two daughters Carol Neri and Barbara Mustric with their husbands Anthony Neri and Steven Mustric, and their children Greg Neri and Stephanie Mustric.

Catherine Louise Henderson Eckhardt with her husband August, their two children Patricia and James with his first wife Georgia and their children Marc and Amy Eckhardt.

Florence Emma Henderson.

Jean Henderson Wiegand with her husband Frederick;; their children Lee, Steven, Paul and Joyce Wiegand; Steve’s wife Elizabeth Farabow Wiegand and their three daughters Katie, Emily, and Rebecca; Paul’s wife Giannina Luciani Wiegand and two of their three children Zarchary and Sarah Wiegand.

Joyce Wiegand and her fiancée _____ (who doesn't want his name to appear on the website). Joyce and her husband were married in October of the same year).

Memories of the family were exchanged in writing at this time, and some of those memories are shared here:

Growing Up in Egg Harbor City

By Catherine ("Kay") Henderson Eckhardt

Living alongside the “Big House” of Grandpa Kuehnle – playing “Statue” in the yard at his house almost every summer evening.

Going to Philadelphia with  Mother and Dad, wrapped in a blanket if it happened to be winter to keep from freezing.  Enjoying a Charlotte Russe dessert at Wanamaker’s.

Peeking in at the masked ball at the Aurora Hotel across the street, where Aunt Kate (Katherine Kuehnle Mueller) and others had on their handmade costumes.

Aurora Hotel

Going to Ocean City to visit Aunt Kate and Uncle Snap (Arthur Mueller) when they rented a place at the beach.

Spending lots of summer days at the “Lake” (Cedar Lake).

Enjoyed getting a treat when the bakery truck stopped in front of the house to sell bakery products.  Favorite treat was chocolate cupcake with white frosting and coconut.

Visiting with Grandpa Kuehnle on the front porch of his house, where he spent a lot of time, especially on weekends, counting the trains going to and from Atlantic City taking people to the shore to escape the hot city.

Mother Henderson
By Jean Henderson Wiegand

Mother sitting at her sewing machine making the most beautiful little pinafores for the then four granddaughters, Carol, Pat, Lee and Barbara.  She also made nighties and aprons.  She took such delight in picking out the material and ribbons and buttons.

Mother sitting at the dining room table writing letters to her loved ones.  She wrote to me twice a week without fail.

Mother in the kitchen slaving away, but what a cook!  Naturally, everything from scratch. The most wonderful soups, meat pies, fricassees, fruit pies ever made.  One event I remember was that sweet-natured Mother had some sort of kitchen catastrophe, and she threw out the whole cake in the garbage (I was shocked). This was not like Mother.

Mother at the kitchen table after her afternoon nap enjoying the coffee/cake ritual – what wonderful conversations came from there.

Dad Henderson
By Jean Henderson Wiegand

He used to chase us around the dining room table with a yardstick when we were ornery – I don’t remember any connecting with the stick!

Two times I received $5.00 in the mail when I was in the Marine Corps, telling me to eat good! I remember how touched I was.

Remember the lamb chops he brought as a special dish for a sick child? (They were much too expensive for the family).

We have two Federal Census forms for the Henderson Family:




Such strong beliefs he had – for example:

  • Bathrobes are only for the bedroom
  • Cigarettes for women were taboo.
  • Honesty above all.  The word integrity was one of his favorites.
  • You don’t have to go to church to be religious.
  • Look things up in the dictionary – teach yourself – self education was his motto.

Although he was quite the homebody, his daughters were encouraged to take jobs away from home – experience new things.

A favorite memory:  Santa Claus peeking in the dining room window before Christmas, then knocking on the door and actually coming inside.  Such excitement.  Aunt Kate was a jolly old soul.  That same dining room window was used a lot when I had scarlet fever and Dad could not come into the house because Mother and I were quarantined for 28 days.  Certainly Harris, Catherine, and Duke had it first???

One of Mother’s famous repeated stories I remember was the incident when she was very young coming into her mother’s kitchen and seeing pancakes cooking, to which she exclaimed, “For God’s sakes, pancakes.”  That must have been a shocker.

Egg Harbor in 1928
(Above) Egg Harbor City in about 1928.

Egg Harbor
By Lee Jean Wiegand (daughter of Jean Henderson Wiegand)

The way the front porch angled into a corner at the side.

The mysterious quality of the attic and all the things stored there.

The taste of the cedar water at Cedar Lake.

The sound of the presses first thing in the morning – I’m impressed now to realize they were going even before small children were up and about – what hard workers.

The candelabra in the living room and the candle snuffer.  They seemed so nostalgically old fashioned.

The dining room “crumber” for the tablecloth and the fact that we always ate with a tablecloth.  That seemed so strange, and even more so now that I realize how little and messy we were.

The sound of the trains going by.

I visited Aunt Kate and Uncle Snap on their porch at the big house one summer day.  Kate was picking ticks off the cocker spaniel Inky and then burning them up in a piece of paper which she lit with matches.  I was rather shocked at the whole procedure.

Uncle Snap had a box of ceramic tiles that I loved to play with.  He honored me with the privilege of playing with them without his supervision in the wooded area between the two houses one day.  I think I later had a nightmare that I had lost them somehow.

Who can forget Aunt Em’s kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss greetings??? (Emma Kuehnle, sister to Florence, and Kate)  The colorful pot holders she crocheted by what must have been the hundreds.  I have a couple still today.

The tremendous excitement of arriving and going to our room and finding a handmade nightie (and later, muumuus) on the bed, and the look of loving pleasure on Grandmother’s face as she watched my reaction.

Grandmother had a friend with a chicken farm, and she told me she would take me over to see it.  My head was full of the glorious vision of hundreds of fluffy, yellow chicks, and I must have made myself quite obnoxious with begging for the day to come.  When at last she invited us over, we arrived, and lo and behold, my vision of hundreds of baby chicks came true.  But I was devastated and totally perplexed that they were brown and white, and not fluffy yellow.  When I finally got enough nerve to ask questions, I remember Grandmother explaining very patiently, but also being very amused with her friend in a wonderful, loving way towards her young, innocent granddaughter – me.

No visit to Egg Harbor was ever complete until we had gone next door to Aunt Kate's (Katherine Kuehnle Mueller, sister to Florence) for some of her wonderful scratch-made waffles. I remember my cousin Carol and my brother Steve (the two future physicians) filling each waffle dentation with syrup before taking the first bite.

When I was 16, I had a wonderful visit by myself.  Grandmother discussed so many adult things with me – the story of Peter Schemm (her mother’s father) as well as her own elopement, and the conversation was with so much camaraderie – the first we ever had adult to adult.  How special it was to me!

The wonderful array of multi-colored paper that was always waiting for me from Granddad's print shop when I arrived.  To this day, I go wild in stationery stores seeing different colors and kinds of paper, and I know it’s from remembering the fun I had.

One morning during a summer visit, we awakened to hear the story of the bat that had been flying loose in the house the previous evening.  Granddad had swatted it down with a newspaper.  I was greatly intrigued by this whole incident – the bat and that we had slept though an event that was obviously a pretty eventful one for the adults involved and would have been terrifying for me.

Granddad was so adamant about having us stay out of his favorite chair.  As a child, I couldn’t understand why this was so important to him.  And now as an adult, I realize how ornery we were to sneak into it whenever he left the room, even when we knew it would be just a minute.  And all the times he had to chase us out again.  He reacted with far more patience than I would.

The shock of finding out when I was a teenager that Granddad had a false eye.  Losing an eye was one of the worst imaginable tragedies to me, and I couldn’t believe he could have had this false eye for my whole life and I didn’t even know it.  I was so positive that he was kidding me, and it took everyone awhile to convince me it was true.

Granddad told me with unprecedented candor when I was 16 that I could probably imagine very few things scarier than riding to the hospital in an ambulance after having a heart attack.  He was referring to his own heart attack a few years earlier.  I was surprised and flattered by his honesty.

No arrival at 27 Liverpool Avenue was ever complete until we went downstairs to check out Uncle Harris (Harris Henderson, Jr.).  And he would always be there with his wonderfully cheerful and hearty hello and with such patience.  Usually it was Grandmother who had to tell us to come upstairs – Harris would never let on that we were underfoot with our multitude of questions about all the interesting machinery and activities down there. 

I learned the meaning of this terrific sounding, unusual word “collate” as I watched Aunt Margaret (Harris’ wife) and Grandmother sitting at what I remember as a card table.  They managed to turn work into fun.

One day we all trooped to the car with Grandmother and headed for this new “restaurant” McDonald’s.  What excitement it was to buy a burger for a dime.  And this convenience we take so much for granted now – what a wonderful relief it must have been from the toils of the kitchen.  That visit had the aura of a true escapade.

Aunt Duke (Florence Henderson) showed me how to do special facial treatments and how to wash out work dresses and hang them on the line. I was enthralled with the idea of her going off to a glamorous job every day, and was always disappointed when she had to work when we were there.

In general, when I think of Egg Harbor, I remember colors and flowers, the Boardwalk, wonderful things to eat like blueberries and corn on the cob, and most of all, joy and laughter, and so much love.  What wonderful memories.

Obituary of Jean Wiegand
Submitted to the Raleigh News & Observer by Joyce Wiegand

Jean Henderson Wiegand died in Raleigh on Saturday, February 26. Jean had continued to live her life with love, grace and dignity in the face of a ten-year struggle with cancer. As she wished, she surrendered her final battle at her home surrounded by her beloved family.

Jean was born Gloria Jean Henderson in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey where she was raised. She was one of the first class of Women Marines at Hunters College, working primarily in Recruiting during World War II. She completed her military career with an assignment at the office of the Joint Chiefs of Staff in Washington, DC where she was the typist of the Japanese surrender papers.

Jean married Frederick G. Wiegand in 1945, and made her life-long career one of caring for her husband and four children. She created homes and built friendships in many different states through her husband's Naval career until the Wiegand family settled permanently in Raleigh in 1969.

Jean's first love and proudest accomplishment was her family, but she discovered a passion for art in Raleigh at the North Carolina Museum of Art, where she was a docent for more than 25 years. Jean pursued her avid interest in art through study and travel, making life-long friends in the process. Another great source of joy for Jean since coming to North Carolina was indulging her love for the ocean in her frequent visits to Atlantic Beach.

Jean's passing leaves so many to cherish both the memories of her wonderful life and the lasting impact she made on us through the generous gift of her love: devoted husband of 54 years, Dr. Frederick G. Wiegand; her daughter, Ms. Lee Wiegand of Raleigh; her son, Dr. Steven Wiegand, his wife, Beth and their children Katie, Emily, and Rebecca of Raleigh; her son, Dr. Paul Wiegand, his wife Giannina and their children Mike, Zachary and Sarah of Durham; her daughter Ms. Joyce Wiegand, her husband __________ and their children, _________ and _______ of Raleigh; her sister Duke Henderson of New Jersey; her sister Catherine Eckhardt of Arizona; her sister-in-law, Margaret Henderson of New Jersey; her nieces and nephews; and many other dear friends. (Joyce's husband and children's names have been left out at her husband's request).

We will honor Jean's life with an 11:00 am memorial service at Pullen Memorial Baptist Church on Hillsborough Street in Raleigh on Wednesday, March 1. The service will be officiated by Dr. Mahan Siler.

In lieu of flowers, please make donations in Jean's memory to the North Carolina Museum of Art.

Arrangements by the Cremation Society of the Carolinas. Jean's ashes were scattered in the sea she loved to view. It was a beautiful sunny day in October in a serene ocean where dolphins beloved by her and her family appeared at the perfect moment to mark the occasion.

Obituary of Catherine Eckhardt

Catherine Louise Henderson Eckhardt. Catherine Eckhardt died November 30, 2007. She is survived by her husband of 65 years, August Eckhardt; her children, James and Patricia Eckhardt; her grandchildren, Marc and Amy Eckhardt; and her sister, Florence Henderson. Catherine was born on October 30, 1917 in Egg Harbor City, NJ. She and August met in Washington, D.C. where she worked for the State Department. She transferred to the Coordinator of Information during World War II. When her husband returned from service in the Navy, they moved to Wisconsin. They spent many years in Madison, WI, before moving to Tucson in 1972. For the last six years, they have been residents of Amber Lights Retirement Community. She was exceedingly caring (through her life she volunteered for church work, Meals on Wheels, and the like); she had a great sense of humor (she laughed when she reported to her husband that she had won the "cover-all" in what turned out to be her last Bingo game); and she had an interest in everything. She was a member of the First United Methodist Church in Tucson. In lieu of flowers, please make your gift to an organization of your choice.

Published in the Tucson Newspapers on 12/4/2007.

Obituary of August Eckhardt

August Gottlieb Eckhardt. August Gottlieb Eckhardt died April 23, 2008, in Tucson, AZ. August was born on August 8, 1917 in Sylvan, WI. He met Catherine, his wife of 65 years, in Washington, D.C. and they were married on June 26, 1942. After August returned from service in the Navy, they moved to Wisconsin where he practiced law and was a member of the University of Wisconsin Law School faculty from 1954-1972. That year, he joined the College of Law of the University of Arizona in Tucson where he served until 1989. He authored "Eckhardt's Workbook for Wisconsin Estate Planners" in 1961 and "A Model for Continuing Legal Education: Structure, Methods, and Curriculum" in 1980. His passion in later years was World Peace Through Law, for which he strived both personally and professionally. For the last several years, the Eckhardts were residents of Amber Lights Retirement Community in Tucson. August was preceded in death by his wife, Catherine. Survivors include children, James and Patricia Eckhardt; and grandchildren, Marc and Amy Eckhardt. In lieu of flowers, please make your gift to an organization of your choice.

Published in the Tucson Newspapers on 4/27/2008. 


The following two articles show a something of a possible discrepancy about the accident which resulted in Granddad losing his left eye. The first article indicates he was the proprietor of a local poultry plant, while the second indicates he was working in the Liberty Glass Works factory in Egg Harbory City. We know that he did poultry farming for a short time after his marriage. Might the newspaper have gotten the fact that his father Samuel had a Cut Glass Factory in Philadelphia mixed up with the Liberty factory in Egg Harbor? Or is it possible that Granddad was moonlighting? On the 1920 Census, he listed himself as being a manufactuer of cut glass, so I suspect he did indeed work at the factory.

Death Records for Various Members of This Family Group

Joseph Harris and Florence Rosina Henderson's Headstone in the Egg Harbor Cemetery.




World War I and World War II Draft Cards for Joseph Harris Henderson, Sr.


The photo below is from the section about the people in Egg Harbor in Mark Maxwell's book on Egg Harbor City published in 2010. Jean was Harris and Florence Henderson's youngest child.



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